Fellow Daoist Entrusts His Child: Immortality Begins with Nurturing a Demoness

Chapter 101 The Might of Heaven in the Awakening of Insects: Annihilation (10,000+ words, a long chapter)

"Well done, Han Chong."

The secret realm has three levels, where spiritual veins abound, and spiritual vines and giant trees intertwine.

The Soul Banner in Luo Fanchen's hand shimmered with blood-red light, unfurling in the wind. Dozens of fierce ghosts converged into the Soul Banner from all directions, and he quickly grasped the general information within the three-layered secret realm.

As expected of the talent Liu Xia valued, Han Chong's leadership ability did not disappoint her.

In just two days, more than 80% of the disciples from the four sects had gathered, saving him several days' worth of effort.

"Uncle Luo, the inside is riddled with formations, and the soul banner probably can't cover it all. How about we use illusions to sneak in?"

Beside him, Qiu Yun frowned slightly, her delicate hand gripping Luo Fanchen's sleeve, her pretty face hesitant.

Based solely on the intelligence brought back by the vengeful ghost, the disciples of the four sects had set up three first-tier high-grade illusion arrays, two first-tier high-grade killing arrays, and more than twenty mid-grade and low-grade arrays, forming a veritable inescapable net.

Even Foundation Establishment cultivators would likely be delayed for quite some time.

If they force their way in, Uncle Luo might get hurt.

"They are going all out to fight, so I will naturally defeat them head-on. It's just a few broken formations."

Luo Fanchen shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a fierce glint. It would be too easy for them to infiltrate and defeat them one by one using illusion.

He wanted to crush the hopes of the four sects' disciples when they were at their strongest.

"Okay, I'll listen to Uncle Luo."

"Autumn Charm, help me condense my magic to break the formation."

Luo Fanchen nodded slightly, gripped the Soul Banner tightly and plunged it deep into the ground. At the same time, he made a Spirit Palace Seal with his hands, and a huge amount of Yi Wood True Essence entered the Soul Banner, dyeing it a crystal clear emerald green.

Dozens of dense blood lines spread rapidly from the inside out along the spiritual veins, like a spider web, eventually forming a pentagonal blood array resembling a ghost face.

Nearly a hundred vengeful ghosts and ten wandering spirits struggled on the soul banner, but were eventually bound by iron chains and forcibly pulled away.

Placenta

Luo Fanchen chanted an incantation, and all ten fingernails mixed with blood essence were peeled off and disappeared into the soul banner.

The stench of blood was overwhelming. A dark red, irregular ball of light slowly condensed, initially several meters in size. As the vengeful spirit and blood essence were incorporated, it continuously collapsed inward, solidifying into a liquid state and compressing to the size of a fist.

The spiritual energy surged, and the crimson sphere of light slowly rotated, causing the surrounding air to distort as if boiling.

Blood-red patterns swirled, and hundreds of ghostly faces struggled on the surface of the sphere of light. The rising blood energy condensed into a phantom image of an infant cradle.

"Autumn Charm".

"Uncle Luo is here!"

At the same time, Qiu Yun made a hand seal and used the Purple River Chariot Technique. Dozens of fierce ghosts disappeared from the Soul Banner into the light sphere. Meanwhile, her soul gradually became clear and dispersed on its own. She hugged Uncle Luo from behind and merged him into her body.

The two figures gradually overlapped, and the spiritual palace hand seals they formed also converged into one.

"Buzzing—"

The crimson orb hummed and trembled, spinning out afterimages before collapsing inward again until it was only the size of a fingernail. It solidified from a liquid state into a solid form, and its spiritual light changed from a ferocious crimson to a deep, dark black.

The ground collapsed, the spiritual veins dimmed, and Luo Fanchen's arm, which was maintaining the Purple River Chariot Technique, felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the bones were pressed down and made to groan.

"Placenta: Calamity!"

The turbid breath that Luo Fanchen exhaled seemed to carry the smell of blood. He did not hesitate, and just by launching this attack, he had consumed one-tenth of his true essence.

Ninety percent of the true essence, more than a hundred fierce ghosts, and more than ten wandering souls were then sublimated and condensed a second time through resonance.

This is the strongest killing method he has ever used, even surpassing the realm of the ninth level of Qi Refining. Below the Foundation Establishment level, probably no one can stop him.

When the spell was completed, hundreds of ghosts wailed, and the black light, like a meteor falling in the night sky, dimmed the spiritual veins and withered the vegetation wherever it passed.

At the same time, inside the secret realm.

"Brother Han Chong, you are worrying too much."

In the three-story secret mansion, Qing Beixuan waved a folding fan, his face as calm as a still lake, completely oblivious to Han Chong's increasingly unpleasant expression.

"There are more than forty demonic cultivators lying in ambush at the entrance to the secret realm. I'm afraid Luo Fanchen won't even dare to enter. What we should be worried about is how to turn back and wipe out all the demonic cultivators."

"Forty demonic cultivators are no match for Luo Fanchen."

"Pfft, junior brother, I know you've been defeated by Luo Fanchen several times, but you don't need to be scared out of your wits, do you?"

Qing Beixuan smiled and looked down at the cultivators of Xianshui Residence who were being besieged by the disciples of the four sects, especially Qianyun, who was kneeling on the ground and panting heavily. A hint of pleasure appeared in his eyes.

"I heard that Junior Brother has laid down an inescapable net. Are those formations just for show?"

“Be prepared.”

Upon hearing this, Han Chong felt somewhat relieved. He had deliberately arranged a large number of arrays because he had taken into account the terrifying power of the Soul Banner and wanted to win by sheer numbers. No matter how mysterious the Soul Banner was, it could not cover so many arrays.

"Alright, junior brother, let's join forces to take down Qianyun. Our Qinghe Sect will definitely do its utmost to help you take down Luo Fanchen."

After Qingbei Xuan finished speaking, he closed his folding fan, and a sword formed from the misty light, which he was about to shoot at Qianyun's back. Although Han Chong was disdainful, he also gathered his true essence of water mist, preparing to take down Xianshui Residence as soon as possible.

Qianyun looked on in despair, her hands trembling so much that she could no longer hold the soft sword.

Is this the end? That despicable Qing Beixuan
"Buzz. Buzz."

As the three were each lost in their own thoughts, a deafening spiritual explosion rang in their ears simultaneously.

Qing Beixuan's pupils contracted slightly, and the hairs on his body stood on end instantly. When he looked at Han Chong, his face turned deathly pale, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

They turned around at the same time and looked towards the entrance of the secret realm. A black light approached from afar and arrived in an instant.

"What kind of move is this?"

"Foundation building?"

Even though they were hundreds of feet apart, Qing Beixuan and his companion were still stunned by this move, their scalps tingling.

Before the light even arrived, the spiritual energy near the entrance to the secret realm had already become chaotic. The two were shocked, and Han Chong's expression changed drastically as he roared.

"Enemy attack! Form ranks immediately!"

The array patterns shimmered with spiritual light, and more than ten perfectly formed spiritual barriers extended out of thin air, merging and forming a gentle spiritual light that kept the oppressive feeling at bay.

"It's fortunate that you were cautious, Junior Brother Han Chong. Without this formation, we don't know how many of us would have died or been injured."

Qing Beixuan breathed a slight sigh of relief. The dozen or so formations were enough to block any killing move at the Qi Refining level. He didn't notice that Han Chong, with a gloomy face and trembling body, was still observing the formations and marveling at them.

"boom--"

A deafening roar filled the sky. Before Qing Beixuan could even feel relieved, he stared in disbelief as the Xuan Guang swept through dozens of barriers with unstoppable force, as easily as chopsticks piercing gold paper.

The spiritual energy was in disarray, a deafening roar filled the sky, and the spiritual shockwaves from the explosion and impact sent the lower-level disciples flying.

"Form ranks again!"

Han Chong screamed, and in a short moment, all the first-grade mid-level and low-level formations were broken. He watched as the Xuan Guang began to bombard the high-level formation, thinking that he could at least provide some resistance, but he only had a few more breaths to catch his breath.

"Crack. Boom—"

The first-tier superior-grade Cloud and Rain Formation, Horizontal Mountain Formation, Smoke and Cloud Formation, and Yuan River Formation collapsed one after another, shattered into pieces like a spider web. The disciples who maintained the formations suffered a backlash, vomiting blood incessantly.

They didn't even have time to retreat. They barely brushed past Xuan Guang before their flesh and blood rotted away, their life force withered, and they turned into bones in an instant.

Such terrifying power, what kind of magic is this?

Han Chong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his lips opening and closing silently, as if his spinal cord had been ripped out.

These disciples who were able to maintain the formation were the elite of their four sects. Before even engaging in direct combat, nearly twenty of them had already been killed or wounded.

"Hold on, you held on?"

Qing Beixuan's face turned pale, and his forehead was covered with large beads of sweat. He was truly captivated by this move.

Without these formations, they would probably have lost 40% of their cultivators instantly, with countless others seriously injured.

"They held on."

Han Chong smiled bitterly. Fortunately, the array he had set up was redundant enough, and the sheer number of arrays gradually wore down most of Xuan Guang's power.

However, these formations are for the Soul Banner. Without the advantage of the formations, even if they can defeat Luo Fanchen, their fellow disciples will suffer heavy casualties.

"It's stopped! It's stopped!"

The disciples of the four sects held their breath, watching as the mysterious light gradually became illusory and unable to take shape, finally stopping at the last high-grade formation, the Prisoner Ox Formation. It was clear that it was running out of steam and about to dissipate.

They finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a huge weight lifted from their hearts. When they came to their senses, their backs were soaked in cold sweat.

As the shadow of death gradually faded, everyone came to their senses and tried to observe Xuan Guang, probing his aura and intelligence.

As everyone stepped forward to sense it, Kui Shan behind them seemed to sense something and immediately activated his protective blood energy with a roar.

"It's not over yet, revert now!"

The roar was as loud as thunder. Before the sound stopped, the mysterious light expanded rapidly, vaguely revealing the phantom of the baby's cradle inside. Then, a burst of blood-red light instantly engulfed the crumbling Qiuniu Formation.

"boom--"

The placenta chariot technique exploded, and billowing blood and mist mingled, creating a sinister and dazzling effect.

The cultivators felt a stinging pain in their eyes and a bone-chilling cold throughout their bodies. Blinded, several disciples were unable to dodge in time and were swallowed up by the red light, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Kui Shan gritted his teeth, his body a mixture of earthy yellow true essence and boundless blood energy. He used the superior technique [Mountain Shaking Shield] to forcibly absorb most of the explosive power, protecting the disciples behind him. At the same time, he was blasted backward and fainted.

"Brother!"

Han Chong exclaimed in surprise, and immediately used his true essence to rush back to the entrance.

Qing Beixuan's expression changed, and he couldn't care less about killing Qianyun. He quickly followed behind her. Even in a life-or-death crisis, he was still able to prioritize.

"Cough cough."

When Han Chong returned, Ma Fei and Yun He were already directing their disciples to re-inscribe the array patterns, while at the same time doing their best to heal Kui Shan's injuries.

Kuishan's entire body was corroded by the bloody light, leaving his flesh mangled and his meridians damaged, making it difficult for him to circulate qi.

Fortunately, Han Chong had Yun He prepare a precious pill in advance to protect his meridians and dispel the evil energy. After Kui Shan refined it, he quickly regained consciousness.

"I can only exert 60% of my strength. I will play the support role and absorb the damage. Ma Fei and Yun He will harass from the flanks, while Junior Brother Han Chong and Qing Beixuan will be the main attackers. Together, we will surround and kill this fiend!"

Kuishan felt a somber mood. As the senior disciple of this secret realm, he quickly calmed himself and made arrangements.

“If the five of us can surround and attack him, even if we can’t kill Luo Fanchen, we can at least deplete his true essence. The rest of you junior brothers, hurry up and rearrange the formation. Once the formation is complete, this man will surely die.”

"What should we do if he continues his long-range attacks?"

Qing Beixuan looked worried; the Xuan Guang killing move from earlier still made him feel lingering fear.

"Impossible. Luo Fanchen is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining. His killing move just now exceeded the limit of the ninth level of Qi Refining. It must be his trump card. There is no way he could use it a second time in a short period of time."

"Act quickly! This fiend has just used its killing move and must be recovering its true energy by breathing in and out. It is the perfect time to reassemble the formation."

Before Kuishan could finish speaking, everyone jolted awake, trembling as they looked up towards the entrance.

A hundred feet away, a dark black light came from afar, breaking through the air. It was deep and sinister, like a crescent moon hanging in the sky. Even before it got close, a murderous aura rushed towards them, making everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"The second shot?"

Han Chong's lips were pale, and his whole body was trembling.

"No, impossible. Where did he get the true energy to use a second shot?"

Qing Beixuan was terrified. Without the protection of the formation, if they took the second hit head-on, they would surely die.

His eyes hardened, and he sternly ordered the disciples of the four sects to form a formation and step forward to block the attack: "Quickly form a formation and block this move."

"Are you crazy? You want them to form a defensive formation to block? Do you know how many of your fellow disciples will die?"

"It's better for them to die than for us to die! Han Chong, are you confused? If we die, what chance do the remaining disciples have?"

Han Chong's eyes were bloodshot, his heart was breaking, he looked up and covered his face, two lines of bloody tears fell from his cheeks, which could be regarded as his acquiescence to Qing Beixuan's actions.

"The second shot is coming!"

Kui Shan shouted, and the others didn't have time to think. They gritted their teeth and retreated behind their fellow disciples, trying to preserve their fighting strength.

However, the so-called second strike seemed to be far less powerful than the first strike of Xuan Guang. Even as the black Xuan Guang rushed into the entrance of the secret realm, no one felt any pressure that would overwhelm their minds; they only felt a chill on their skin.

"No, that's not a killing move."

"Hehe, of course not, Fellow Daoist Han Chong, it's been a long time. I said we would meet again."

The mysterious light slowly landed, the wandering yin wind subsided, and Luo Fanchen, stepping on the Soul Banner, revealed his figure after dispelling the illusion of the Purple River Chariot created by the Yinghuo Technique. He then swept his gaze over the crowd with a half-smile.

"Devil!"

Han Chong gritted his teeth, his fists clenched until they bled.

A chilling wind swept through the surroundings, causing the soul banner to dance in the wind, its ghostly patterns as fierce as a demon.

"Hunhun Banner? Heavenly Demon Sect!"

When Kuishan and the others saw the Soul Banner in front of them, their pupils immediately shrank to the size of malt buds. They finally understood the painstaking efforts of their junior brother Han Chong.

Not enough. The preparations are completely insufficient. The opponent is a demonic cultivator from the Heavenly Demon Sect. Even if they are at the Foundation Establishment stage, they still need to be extremely careful.

Luo Fanchen

Qing Beixuan was sweating profusely, and Ma Fei was even more distraught. They had long heard of the Heavenly Demon Sect's reputation and knew that each of its main lineages, regardless of their cultivation level, was a cunning giant demon capable of overthrowing a great domain.

These demonic cultivators are ruthless and cunning, even more so than demons. Now that they have revealed their identities, they must be absolutely certain of their success.

Even if they were to besiege each other at the same level, without the support of an array, how could they possibly be a match for the demonic cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Sect?

"You...you're actually a demonic cultivator?"

"Each each other."

Luo Fanchen stood with his hands behind his back, panting slightly. His meridians were sore all over, and the use of the Purple River Chariot Technique had almost exhausted all his spiritual power.

However, he did not directly drain his spiritual power. Instead, he deliberately reserved 10% of it, intending to spread the true essence of Yi Wood to the surroundings when his true essence was overflowing, thus silently changing the spiritual power distribution.

"Let me go, and I promise I won't interfere with your actions."

Qing Beixuan gritted his teeth; he really didn't want to fight the demonic cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Even if they were to be fortunate enough to kill Luo Fanchen, they would pay an unimaginable price; the risk was simply too great.

"I'm willing to place a prohibition, promising not to reveal a single detail of what happened today, and then let me go."

"What do you say?"

Luo Fanchen sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He played with the Soul Banner, manipulating it to transform into a sword. He did not make the first move, but then he saw Kui Shan's eyes brighten slightly, as if he had sensed his weakness. Kui Shan condensed a giant hammer in his hand and cracked the ground beneath his feet, closing in on him in an instant.

"die!"

Kui Shan suddenly rose up, his giant hammer being a top-grade magic weapon with a force of three thousand jin. As his earth-yellow true essence surged, it was as if he were wielding a small mountain.

The speed unleashed by a body cultivator far surpasses that of an ordinary magic cultivator. Luo Fanchen was mentally exhausted. When he regained his senses, the giant hammer was right in front of him. He dodged to the side, and at the same time, he condensed sword energy and used the Three-Part Yuan Qi Sword to slash at Kui Shan, trying to force him back.

"Humph--"

Kui Shan grunted, neither retreating nor dodging, taking the full force of the three sword strikes, which pierced through his body, leaving several small holes.

The giant hammer in his hand had not yet released much force, and struck Luo Fanchen's protective true essence from the side, shattering it in one blow and sending him flying dozens of meters away.

"His true energy is exhausted, and his meridians are sluggish. Quickly kill this fiend!"

Kui Shan's eyes gleamed, ignoring the scalding blood gushing from his body, and he flew off to chase after them again. Han Chong followed without hesitation, and Ma Fei and the others gritted their teeth, took out their magical artifacts, and cast spells.

"You dare to show yourself even after exhausting your true energy? What a coward!"

Luo Fanchen lost feeling in his right shoulder and staggered dozens of meters before finally managing to stop.

He was panting heavily, the ground beneath his feet was cracking, his true energy was exhausted, his meridians were swollen and painful, and his blood and qi were disordered. If it were an ordinary cultivator, he probably wouldn't even be able to circulate his qi, which would be a dead end.

"die--"

The giant hammer emitted a hazy, earthy-yellow spiritual light, from which hundreds of densely packed earthen cones emerged, crashing down on Luo Fanchen's head with the force of Mount Tai.

Without true essence, this fiend is doomed. Today, he will avenge his fellow disciples who died at the hands of this fiend!
"You think you can kill me?"

Luo Fanchen's eyes were filled with amusement. In his dantian, the true essence vortex surged violently. The extremely pure true essence emerged out of thin air through the rotation of the vortex, instantly filling his dantian and spreading to his meridians.

His listless aura surged, and he regained his peak condition in just one breath.

His true energy overflowed, his depleted meridians were replenished, and pain returned to his numb right arm.

He held out his palm with one hand, and his powerful, almost liquid, true essence of the Wood element gushed out as if it were free.

Without using any sophisticated techniques or spells, pure true essence solidified into a giant claw in his palm, which gripped the massive hammer that was crashing down from above.

"boom--"

The turbulent energy surged, sending debris flying and dimming the surrounding mist.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of a body cultivator, such a heavy hammer."

Luo Fanchen clicked his tongue in amazement. The giant claw formed from the true essence of Yi Wood was as solid as a rock, firmly gripping the giant hammer and bearing all its power, while crushing the earthen cones on it to dust.

His blood and qi surged, and he lost about 30% of his true essence.

"True essence formed? How is that possible? Your true essence, you monster!"

Kui Shan was panting heavily, incredulous. He had put all his strength into this blow, confident that no cultivator in the Qi Refining stage could withstand it without injury. Yet Luo Fanchen not only did it, but also easily countered it.

When true essence condenses into a form, it represents a significant enhancement in combat power, greatly improving the overall attributes of true essence.

This method requires an extremely high quality of true essence and consumes a great deal of energy. It is a profound technique that can only be used by Foundation Establishment cultivators after they have condensed spiritual energy.

This was the first time he had ever heard of someone being able to condense true essence into a physical form while practicing Qi cultivation.

"How can it be impossible when you're so ignorant?"

Luo Fanchen's eyes were filled with sarcasm. He didn't care at all about the efficiency of his true energy usage. He made a sword incantation with his hand, and several three-elemental energy swords poured out, about to shatter Kui Shan's arm along the giant hammer.

The latter hurriedly abandoned his hammer and retreated, but the sword energy was invisible and as swift as lightning, and he still had two fingers cut off.

Blood overflowed, veins bulged on Kuishan's forehead, and he retreated in a sorry state, clutching his bleeding left hand.

At the same time, the ice cones condensed by Han Chong and the flying sword talisman treasures of Qing Beixuan broke through the air and happened to be in Luo Fanchen's blind spot.

"Hehe, you are very capable, but I am no match for you in a one-on-one fight."

A relaxed smile appeared on Kui Shan's lips. In his view, Luo Fanchen had nowhere to avoid it.

Of course, he wasn't naive enough to think he could defeat Luo Fanchen alone. His purpose was simply to stall for time and deceive the opponent's senses. Now, with four superior-grade killing techniques, even if he used his true essence to solidify and defend, it would still deplete the opponent's true essence.

He refused to believe that this person's true energy could be restored a second time.

"Don't blame us for ganging up on you; after all, you are a main branch of the Heavenly Demon Sect, a demonic cultivator."

"It's alright, I never argue with the dead."

Luo Fanchen remained calm. He had nowhere to avoid it. The true essence of Yi Wood within his body vibrated and condensed into a solid shield once again, easily isolating several killing moves. At the same time, his overflowing meridians withered once more.

"His spiritual energy is depleted, form the array!"

Han Chong was overjoyed, and the five of them formed a formation and attacked. Luo Fanchen's eyes were full of mockery, and his aura surged again as his dantian burned.

Wielding a sword formed from the soul banner, he charged straight towards Kui Shan amidst billowing dark clouds. Kui Shan's expression changed slightly, and he retreated rapidly. However, he was severely injured and unable to utilize his speed advantage, so he was quickly overtaken by Luo Fanchen.

"Celestial Star Sword Talisman—"

In the midst of the crisis, Han Chong unleashed a first-grade superior sword talisman, barely forcing Luo Fanchen back while simultaneously trapping him in an array and attacking his vitals from all directions with spells.

Dozens of ice cones materialized out of thin air, and thorny vines formed a cage that trapped Luo Fanchen, making it difficult for him to move an inch.

Above, a light blue drizzle erodes the bones and marrow; beneath, a sticky swamp blocks the meridians.

With just three moves, the killing formation is complete. Any one of them is enough to severely injure an ordinary Qi Refining Stage 7 cultivator, let alone the simultaneous attack of five superior techniques.

"The sect's elite, they are indeed the sect's elite; they have pleased me somewhat."

Luo Fanchen's eyes were filled with amusement. He could have used the Yinghuo Illusion Array to confuse Han Chong and the others' senses and then defeat them one by one, which would have saved a lot of effort. But that wasn't enough. He also wanted to know just how strong he was at the late stage of Qi Refining.

He also yearned for a life-or-death battle. "The Three-Part Yuan Qi Sword!"

Luo Fanchen's heart pounded violently, his dantian was burning hot and his true essence was rapidly overflowing, and the true essence vortex within his dantian was as turbulent as a storm.

He unleashed nearly a hundred sword energies in one go, omitting the distinction between real and feint, all of which were fierce killing moves filled with the true essence of the Wood element, instantly shattering the surrounding ice cones into pieces.

The green vine cage around him collapsed, the swamp dissipated, and the remaining sword energy attacked Han Chong and the others. Caught off guard, they all suffered minor injuries, but nothing serious.

"How much true energy do you actually have left?"

"A hundred swords in an instant. Our standard formations are ineffective against this fiend."

Han Chong's lips trembled; those hundreds of sword energies were enough to drain his true essence.

After Luo Fanchen unleashed his power, his aura returned to its peak in just a few breaths. Moreover, the greatest effect of their formation was to use water mist true essence to inadvertently erode the enemy's meridians and block the flow of true essence. Even if they could not win, they could still wear down the opponent.

"It is the sacred text of the Holy Church's lineage."

"Damn it!"

Han Chong's face was bitter. Xuan Zhang's condensed true essence was incredibly profound and each element possessed its own unique wonder. Naturally, these subordinate standard formations could not erode or disturb it. In fact, their formations, from the very beginning of their design, could not disturb Xuan Zhang's true essence.

"So what if it's Xuanzhang? We outnumber him, and we can wear him down to death."

"Don't hold back, take the pills quickly!"

Kui Shan and the others were prepared to fight to the death. They all took first-grade high-quality Boiling Blood Pills, which immediately boosted their weak spiritual power, increased their blood energy by 20%, and slightly enhanced the power of their spells.

Dozens of spells swarmed in, but Luo Fanchen countered each one, exchanging no less than a hundred blows with the five.

Neither side could gain the upper hand for the time being. Luo Fanchen was completely suppressed and at a disadvantage. His true essence overflowed several times, and his body was covered with numerous wounds.

Meanwhile, Kui Shan and his group, relying on the harassment from ordinary disciples and the enhancement of the formation, firmly trapped the opponent inside the formation and launched multiple saturation attacks on their blind spots.

After another hundred moves, the situation reversed, and the five gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, while Luo Fanchen's true energy seemed inexhaustible.

"Damn it. Does he have an inexhaustible supply of true energy?"

"Damn."

The battle was extremely intense. After half an hour of fierce fighting, the effects of the Boiling Blood Pill were about to wear off, and Han Chong and the others clearly felt their strength waning.

They were filled with fear, their minds were highly tense and they were exhausted. If this continued, their true energy would probably be exhausted first.

"Strange. Monster"

Qing Beixuan's face turned pale. He only had 40% of his true essence left. He regretted provoking Luo Fanchen.

This person is so strong that he is beyond their comprehension. He is at the seventh level of Qi Refining and is facing two people at the eighth level of Qi Refining, one at the eighth level of Body Tempering, and two at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He is not at a disadvantage. Only monsters like this can comprehend the profound chapter.

These so-called elites of sects are no different from true geniuses; they're practically trash.

"Take another pill. Life is the most important thing. I'll risk it!"

Han Chong gritted his teeth and swallowed another Boiling Blood Pill, his aura returning to its peak. The others also took pills, and once again suppressed Luo Fanchen. A barrage of killing moves left him covered in blood, his Daoist robe shredded.

"He's gotten weaker?"

Han Chong and the others were slightly taken aback. Luo Fanchen's sword energy moves had weakened by at least 20%, greatly reducing their pressure.

Ma Fei frowned slightly, then exclaimed in surprise, "No! It's our formation!"

"The Smoke and Cloud Formation has been re-established! My junior brothers have come to help us."

The group was overjoyed and their confidence soared. As their true energy surged within their bodies, they seemed to have divine assistance, making it difficult for Luo Fanchen to even lift his head.

As soon as the formation was completed, the surrounding mist dissipated, and the water elemental energy overflowing in the air slowly replenished their true essence while restricting Luo Fanchen's true essence burst and obscuring his senses.

"The Smoke and Cloud Formation and the Prisoner Ox Formation are complete!"

Wherever the earthen-yellow array patterns passed, the thick earth beneath his feet resembled undulating giant waves, generating countless stone cones that pierced Luo Fanchen's forearms and thighs, leaving them bloody and mangled. Furthermore, 20% of his true essence was sealed by the earth swamp true essence within.

A thin mist filled my vision, and each breath felt like it was freezing my lungs.

Countless tiny ice crystals eroded his meridians and blocked his acupoints, acting as if they were deadly poison. Fortunately, with his true essence overflowing, these negative spiritual energies had no effect on Luo Fanchen.

He remained calm, despite being completely suppressed and suffering severe physical injuries.

He unleashed a powerful burst of energy that had been condensed for a long time, causing the giant waterfall to surge and temporarily force Han Chong and the others back.

"Luo Fanchen, surrender! Our formation is complete, and the outcome is decided!"

With the formation complete, disciples from the four sects rushed forward one after another, releasing their spells towards Luo Fanchen. The pressure on Han Chong and the others was greatly reduced. Luo Fanchen could outlast the five of them, and he could also outlast these hundred-plus cultivators.

When senior brothers are of one mind, their strength can break metal; those demonic cultivators who go it alone will never understand the power of unity.

You have nowhere to run!

"Escape? Why escape? Where to escape to?"

Luo Fanchen licked the blood from the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, his eyes narrowed in enjoyment, a hint of euphoria appearing on his face.

He was very satisfied with his current combat strength. In his state of overflowing true essence, he could simultaneously deal with five elite sect members with higher cultivation levels than himself forming an array, as well as dozens of low-level disciples harassing him. His combat strength had long surpassed that of the Daoist sect.

Even Ming Ruoxue, who was of the same rank as him, couldn't do it.

He is above the Taoist sect!

"This beast is not in a good state. Be careful and do not attack rashly."

Kui Shan frowned slightly, waiting for the formation to connect, while a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Is this the peak state of your four sects?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Is the great formation almost set up? You should still have Luohe Pills on hand. Hurry up, I'm waiting for you to refine them. Be quick, or you won't have time to use them."

Luo Fanchen looked around and saw five first-grade high-level arrays. He was only missing one more. When the five arrays were connected and resonated together, they would surpass the limitations of first-grade high-level arrays and fall between the second grade, enough to annihilate any Qi Refining cultivator.

He stood with his head bowed, feeling the burning sensation of blood flowing through his skin, and thoroughly enjoyed it.

"You're just making things up, you scoundrel!"

Despite his cursing, Qing Beixuan immediately took out his treasured Luohe Pill, tilted his head back, and swallowed it to restore his true essence.

Han Chong and the others also silently took the pills, knowing that this fiend would struggle to the very end and that there would be another fierce battle.

The Luohe Pill is inferior to the Luoshen Pill, but it can still restore about 60% of their true essence and greatly alleviate the backlash of the Boiling Blood Pill.

"Luo Fanchen, our feud arose because of Lady Xia, and has nothing to do with the disciples of the four sects."

"They are all innocent people. When you and I fight, we must not harm others. If you promise not to attack them, I guarantee with my integrity that even if I have to kill you, I will not destroy your soul so that you can enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Han Chong knew that after Luo Fanchen fought to the death, the battle would become even more dangerous.

At least a third of the disciples from the four sects will be injured. Even knowing that Luo Fanchen would not agree, he will still try his best.

These fellow disciples all had clans and parents, and the death of each one caused him immense heartache.

"I will not let your spirit dissipate."

Luo Fanchen returned the smile, while Han Chong felt a bitter taste in his mouth and made a final effort: "Dozens of lives, we have already paid enough price."

“These disciples of the four sects have never participated in the ambush. Many of them are of pure and kind nature and have risked their lives to repel demonic cultivators. They are worthy of the reputation of righteous sects. Your indiscriminate killing and involvement make you no different from a despicable person like me.”

"You are not a villain, you are a gentleman."

Luo Fanchen shook his head slightly, giving his approval quite seriously.

"After the disciples of the four sects entered the secret realm, they did not plunder. The rogue cultivators within their jurisdiction lived in peace and prosperity without any raids. They truly deserve the name of the righteous path."

"Since that's the case, why not pull back from the brink? If you're still not satisfied, after the duel, I'll commit suicide here to atone for my sins."

Before Han Chong could finish speaking, Luo Fanchen interrupted him playfully.

“You are worthy of being called a prestigious sect, and I am worthy of being called a demonic monster.”

Luo Fanchen's eyes were filled with mockery; he had long since noticed dozens of deadly moves aimed at his blind spots, ready to strike.

His tense expression gradually relaxed, the fierceness on his face dissipated, and the true essence of Yi Wood within his body gathered in his lungs, surging and buzzing. The water mist surrounding him began to rise and twist, and pale green light spots appeared out of thin air.

His true essence overflowed multiple times, and his Yi Wood true essence had long since mixed into the surrounding area of ​​several dozen feet, subtly influencing the composition of spiritual power.

"Crackling. Sizzling."

The rustling sound of plants reviving lingered in my ears, and faint green arcs of electricity flickered in the thin mist.

"This is this"

Han Chong's five fingers trembled so much that he could no longer form hand seals, and a strong sense of palpitation enveloped the minds of all the cultivators.

His pupils shrank to the size of malt buds, and when he looked at Kuishan and Qingbeixuan, he couldn't help but tremble. The overwhelming power of the heavens descended, and what stood before them seemed no longer to be human, but to be walking humanoid natural disasters.

"Divine Power. Mysterious Chapter Divine Power?"

Han Chong practiced the Daoist scriptures in stages, and his perception of the profound chapters far surpassed that of others.

The intense spiritual power caused his meridians to spasm, and his relatively strong true essence trembled and groaned, unable to be used at all.

"Boom! Boom! Boom——"

Amidst the thunder and lightning, Han Chong, his lips trembling, looked back and saw that the five interconnected and resonant arrays they relied on were dimming at a visible speed. The pointers on the array plate in the central palace trembled incessantly, finally stopping at [Awakening of Insects].

"The orientation of the solar terms has been reversed?"

Qing Beixuan's voice was hoarse. The formation was based on the calculation of directions and solar terms. If any solar term changed, the direction would be wrong, causing the formation to collapse and need to be rebuilt.

In other words, the formation they painstakingly rebuilt became useless in just three breaths.

Unless the formation reaches the third level and encompasses the power of rules, it cannot actively adjust itself when the orientation changes.

"call--"

Luo Fanchen slightly closed his eyes, and the sun, moon, heaven and earth imprint appeared between his brows. The true essence of Yi wood condensed into liquid, overflowing from his meridians and bursting out on his body to form a ball of light, which enveloped his tattered Daoist robe and extended to the ground, forming a spiritual light curtain similar to a Dharma robe.

The dantian qi vortex roared like a dragon, the true essence in the sea of ​​qi condensed into a crystalline state and emerged from the six meridians. The damaged and swollen meridians healed rapidly, and the tiny, hideous wounds on the body surface visibly sprouted new shoots and slowly healed.

Pale green arcs of electricity coursed around him, his long hair danced like a dragon, and grass and trees sprang up beneath his feet, as if welcoming a monarch, exuding righteousness.

Power, inexhaustible power.

"I no longer care about right or wrong. Today, whether I live or die depends entirely on your abilities."

His voice was like muffled thunder, resounding directly in the hearts of all the disciples, and even had the effect of establishing their spiritual consciousness.

Kuishan lost all will to fight, his body and mind trembling under the terrifying power of Heaven, every inch of his flesh screaming.

He would die, he couldn't win, he absolutely couldn't win. He sensed a suppressive force in Luo Fanchen that he could only feel when facing a Foundation Establishment Elder.

"escape!"

Han Chong roared, and the disciples of the four sects immediately scattered and fled in all directions. He himself gritted his teeth and swallowed several Boiling Blood Pills, preparing to sacrifice himself, and charged directly at Luo Fanchen to engage in a fierce battle and try to buy some time.

"Junior brother, you don't need to face an enemy you can't defeat."

“Junior brother, you have the best aptitude among us! Let me do it, only if you live will you have a chance to avenge us.”

"Tsk tsk, what a deep brotherhood."

Luo Fanchen sneered. Han Chong's lightning-fast killing move was like a tortoise crawling in his eyes. He casually made a sword gesture, and the true essence of the Yi Wood in his hand gathered into a sword beam. With a casual strike, he shattered the true essence protecting his body and the magic treasure protecting his heart, and severed his right arm.

"what"

Han Chong cried out in pain, still trying to resist, but then realized that his meridians were being eroded and filled by the true essence of Yi Wood, and his spiritual power was blocked. Luo Fanchen punched him in the abdomen, and he immediately curled up into a shrimp-like shape, collapsing to the ground, convulsing and trembling.

"Can't even withstand three moves?"

Kui Shan's lips turned pale, and Qing Beixuan was on the verge of collapse, disregarding the fact that the Imperial Guardian was about to flee.

After flying hundreds of meters, when they looked at the exit of the secret realm again, they found that it was completely sealed off by a dense network of thick spiritual trees with intertwined roots. A soul banner stood in the middle, and Qiu Yun was controlling the Yinghuo Illusion Array to block the way out. Even if everyone worked together, it would be difficult to break through in a short time.

"No, I haven't reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet, I can't die!"

Qingbei Xuandao's heart collapsed. Looking back, he saw Luo Fanchen holding a sword and strode towards him.

He walked with ease, without even using the Soul Banner. He simply condensed his true essence into a form, and no one could stop him. The remaining disciples at the sixth level of Qi Refining tried to slow him down, but before they could get close, they were directly burst apart by the [Kui Wood] technique.

Beneath his feet, Han Chong's eyes were bloodshot, his whole body convulsing in excruciating pain, and Kui Shan's limbs were also burst by Kui Mu's technique, his meridians rotting like mud.

No—ah!

The wails of the disciples from the four sects seemed to shatter their eardrums. Qing Beixuan watched helplessly as Luo Fanchen indiscriminately slaughtered the disciples from the four sects. Soon, the scalding blood had reached above his ankles, and severed limbs and broken bodies floated on the ground. Countless ferocious heads had wide-open pupils, still retaining the horror and fear before their deaths.

In the end, all the disciples of the four sects perished, and the disciples of the Qinghe Sect could not escape their fate either. Their wails and cries eventually turned into a painful sob.

"Hell! This is hell, you wretched creature! You are not human!"

Qing Beixuan slumped in the blood, and casually touched a severed arm, screaming in terror.

The stench of blood was so thick it felt like it was stuck in his nasal cavity, making him nauseous. The intense visual impact almost drove him insane.

Luo Fanchen seemed to have deliberately left him and Ma Fei until the very end, only slowly approaching after eliminating the last Qinghe Sect disciple, as if he were saving the best for last.

"Spare my life! Fellow Daoist Luo... Lord Luo, we are comrades! We are comrades who are loyal to Fairy Ruoxue!"

"Fellow traveler? You dare to challenge me?"

Luo Fanchen looked down and shoved the sword she held directly into Qing Beixuan's mouth.

A strong burning sensation filled his mouth, spreading to every inch of his flesh. Qing Beixuan's tongue was instantly pulverized, and the pain was so intense that he almost fainted.

"No mercy. Ugh... I'll never do it again!"

Qingbei Xuan was the worst in character, begging for mercy, his tears mixed with snot sticking to his face, which was extremely disgusting.

How can someone like you be changed?

Luo Fanchen indifferently raised his foot and stepped on Qing Beixuan's head, slowly pressing down until the other party bled from all seven orifices and his head exploded like a watermelon, the red and white blood overflowing out, all of which was repelled by his protective true essence.

"Phew—that feels good."

Luo Fanchen let out a long breath and turned his amused gaze to Ma Fei.

The latter, his face ashen, shook his head with a bitter smile: "Come on, it's all history, the victor writes history. I have nothing to say. If you want an apology, don't be delusional."

"Pfft-"

Before Ma Fei could finish speaking, Luo Fanchen expressionlessly chopped off Ma Fei's arm.

The latter's face turned purplish-blue, and it took him a long time to catch his breath. Before he could even speak, another arm was cut off, and he almost fainted.

His lips were tightly pressed together, he glared at Luo Fanchen, his back straight and unyielding.

"He's a tough nut to crack, and I love tough nuts to crack."

Luo Fanchen's eyes were filled with elation, while Ma Fei's pupils contracted sharply. In those words, he saw the shadow of Lady Xia.

"Lord Xia will avenge us."

"Hehe, that's exactly what I was thinking. Come, my soul banner, and you and Liu Xia will meet again in the future."

Luo Fanchen severed Ma Fei's limbs, broke his spine, and let him bleed to death before extracting his soul. In Ma Fei's terrified eyes, Luo Fanchen threw it into the soul banner, and immediately hundreds of fierce ghosts rushed over, torturing him mercilessly.

He showed no favoritism, and went to Qing Beixuan's corpse, extracted his soul, ignored his pleas for mercy and cries, and threw it into the soul banner.

"Tough bones are good; they're more flavorful when you're tough enough to chew on."

Luo Fanchen sheathed his sword and casually called out, "Qiuyun, refine your essence blood and collect your soul into the soul banner."

"Luo Fanchen!"

Not far away, Han Chong struggled to move through the blood, pleading with tears in his eyes: "Your grudge has been repaid tenfold, a hundredfold. We have paid a terrible price because of Liu Xia. We beg you to let our souls enter the cycle of reincarnation."

"How could it have come to this, with the soul scattered and the spirit annihilated?"

Luo Fanchen narrowed his eyes, unmoved. Seeing this, Han Chong forced himself to keep kowtowing, tears welling in his eyes.

"I am willing to transfer all my immortal destiny to you, leaving behind a token to help you conceal your identity as a demonic cultivator. I beg you."

"My four sects' disciples were all killed by the demonic cultivator Ling Leng. Luo Fanchen annihilated the disciples of the Heart Demon Temple and repelled Ling Leng, allowing the souls of my four sects' disciples to rest in peace. How about this? I'll write it! I'm begging you."

Han Chong wept bitterly. He had practiced secondary methods and had specifically studied Taoism and the Demonic Sect.

He knew the torment of having one's soul captured by the Soul Banner, an endless hell of carnage, from which one would never be reincarnated.

He was heartbroken. Things had come to this, and he blamed himself for being incompetent, but at least he wanted to help his fellow disciples protect what was last and most precious.

"Uncle Luo, there are already too many souls to fit in."

Beside him, Qiu Yun appeared, her watery eyes filled with worry, her lips trembling as she quietly tugged at Luo Fanchen's sleeve.

She was terrified that Uncle Luo would be drawn into a vicious nature and fall into the demonic path, and her heart began to pound.

"Okay, I'll make it happen for you."

Luo Fanchen stared coldly at Han Chong for a long time, until the other party was almost in despair, and finally slowly nodded.

The eerie wind slowly dissipated, freeing the souls bound by the iron chains of the soul banner. Once the surrounding eerie winds dispersed, they would be freed as well.

"Thank you, thank you! I'll write it right away, right away!"

Han Chong presented Luo Fanchen with a jade pendant bearing his identity, and personally wrote a message on gold paper, leaving behind his true essence and blood to prove his identity and handwriting.

“I will collect their souls into the banner. If you haven’t tampered with it, I will let them reincarnate.”

"Thank you."

Han Chong exhaled a long breath of turbid air, grief welling up in his heart. He stared blankly at his senior brother Kui Shan beside him, whose body was ice cold, his blood had been drained, and he died with his eyes wide open.

"Our feud is over, do as you please."

As Luo Fanchen's true essence gradually dissipated, his eyes remained calm, and as promised, he did not take Han Chong's life.

Of course, he knew very well that, given Han Chong's personality, he would not survive by any means.

Sure enough, before he had gone a hundred meters, Han Chong knelt on the ground, the sword in his arms turned upside down, his head lowered, and he used his weight to let the sword tip pierce through his chin, losing all his life force.

He bears an inescapable responsibility for the tragic deaths of his fellow disciples and naturally has no face to live on.

At the same time, aboard the Yimu Sect's spirit ship.

"annihilated. All annihilated? Impossible! Nearly two hundred elites from our four sects, how could they all be dead!"

Inside the private room, Liu Xia stared blankly as the screen of lights gradually dimmed. She breathed heavily, feeling a lump in her throat as if she were about to vomit. She was dizzy and unable to sit still.

At the same time, all the lights symbolizing the Qinghe Sect, except for a few disciples who remained on the first floor, went out.

"Luo Fanchen, it must be Luo Fanchen! How dare he? How dare he!"

Liu Xia was furious, her eyes bloodshot. Ming Ruoxue beside her frowned, unable to believe that Luo Fanchen possessed such fighting power.

The elite forces of the four sects were clearly prepared and must have set up a grand formation. Even if Luo Fanchen possessed a true essence body, he would be no match for them.

"It wasn't him. He was only at the Qi Refining stage. He single-handedly wiped out four sects. He was a top-tier genius in the Xuanmen sect."

"You mean"

"Junior sister, do you still remember the demonic cultivator from the main branch of the Heavenly Demon Sect who appeared in the black market of the Yimu Sect?"

Ming Ruoxue's face was solemn, while Liu Xia gritted her teeth and said angrily.

"Bullshit! How could the main branch of the Demonic Sect appear in the secret realm? Everyone who entered has been personally checked by us, and it must be Luo Fanchen!"

"Qinghe Sect, all four sects were wiped out, only Xianshui Residence still exists. The four sects are blocking Luo Fanchen's light spot."

Liu Xia was furious. She also doubted where Luo Fanchen got such terrifying strength, but she was 80% sure that this scoundrel had made the move.

"Junior sister, calm down."

"If it wasn't your people who died, of course I could stay calm. But how can I stay calm when all four sects are wiped out?"

"Luo Fanchen is a demonic cultivator, I want his life!"

Liu Xia's pretty face was contorted with rage. She felt bitter inside, deeply regretting not killing Luo Fanchen earlier.

Three chances, haha.
With the elite forces of the four sects wiped out, how could she possibly maintain her position within the sects? She would never have another chance to advance to the inner sect, and might even be punished and confined for over ten years. Her future, along with that of the disciples of the four sects, was extinguished.
(End of this chapter)